GO, pytyous hart, rasyd with dedly wo, br Persyd with payn, bleding with wondes smart, br Bewayle thy fortune, with vaynys wan and blo. br O Fortune vnfrendly, Fortune vnkynde thow art, br To be so cruell and so ouerthwart, br To suffer me so carefull to endure, br That wher I loue best I dare not dyscure ! br br One there is, and euer one shalbe, br For whose sake my hart is sore dyseasyd ; br For whose loue, welcom dysease to me ! br I am content so all partys be pleasyd : br Yet, and God wold, I wold my payne were easyd ! br But Fortune enforsyth me so carefully to endure, br That where I loue best I dare not dyscure.